I’d venture to say we’ve all been in the position in a relationship where reading between the lines is a “must have” skill.

But, what happens when you find yourself starring down the barrel of a new relationship where you have yet to figure out the code of a potential love, or have become involved to the point where you are beginning to give your heart to someone, yet … maybe you still aren’t there yet … and you don’t know them well enough to read between the lines.

Worse yet, you are so totally caught up in them … they gave you all the signals … and you’ just ignored the signals as part of the “getting to know them” part of a new relationship.

Then … the unimaginable happens … you’re dumped … your heart is broken … the world has come to and end and you’re the only one left standing.

You’d like to tell yourself, “I didn’t see that coming,” but, didn’t you?

Over my lifetime, I’ve been there, too … maybe a little more than I’d like to admit. But, I’m human … just like you.

This piece is dedicated to all those that never saw it coming, but really did.

READING BETWEEN THE LINES

How could I miss those flagsEverything you said left undoneAnd those subtle hints, I missedReplete with words of loveTormented with inactionBroken, the bond that tied usRelished memories forgottenObfuscated meanings from commonalityKisses lacking true feelingEndless, the days of discontentNever ending nights of loneliness

And to think I missed those flagsGone, the twinkle in your eyesAlong with the feelings from your heartInside my heart left bleedingNever fully healing … Heartbroken Again

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Hope you enjoy reading my blog and thank you for stopping by. I am a retired photojournalist, but not tired enough to ever stop writing about different subjects, primarily about the process we call life. I will, from time to time, branch out into other things ... so stay tuned ... you never know what is going to come out of my mouth, in this case keystrokes.

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